The Uncontrolled Binding Journey. Ovina the White Dragoness

In the frigid northernmost reaches of the Surik Continent, legend tells of a tribe of mysterious white ice dragons. They are immensely powerful, capable of soaring through the skies to embrace the moon, breathing frost, and possessing extraordinary intelligence. Scarce in number, they are among the oldest dragon lineages on the continent. Ovina is the strongest sub-adult white dragon among the younger generation of ice dragons. She measures eight meters in length, her body covered in snow-white scales, her vertical pupils like glowing red agates. She also possesses a human form, a shape she playfully created herself. Snow-white hair cascades down to her elegant, slender waist, her blood-red dragon eyes accentuating the porcelain fairness and grace of her face. She wears a sheer white bra and panties woven from her own shed dragon skin, covering her most private and sensitive breasts and her hairless, tender pussy. Though not tall, she boasts a pair of perfectly proportioned, milky-white silken legs, her small jade feet encased in white silk appearing exceptionally delicate and charming. When she transforms into human form, she retracts her dragon wings and tail, leaving only a pair of white dragon horns atop her cute little head. By human standards, she is undoubtedly a top-tier beauty. Yet, even in her human guise, this beautiful dragon maiden retains the terrifying brute strength to shatter a hundred-meter boulder with a single claw, moving with incredible speed. Her breath can instantly freeze several skyscrapers, and her body contains a vast reservoir of magic, equivalent to several hundred-meter-high magic ore mountains. She has personally devised numerous master-level ice spells, and with her magical reserves, she could cast ice spells all day without significant depletion. Though not yet a fully grown dragon, she is already a top contender within the ice dragon clan, possessing undisputed lord-level power. Three days prior, Ovina had journeyed to the hidden gate in the frigid north. This colossal gate required an immense amount of magical energy to seal a legendary demon god, and Ovina, as the young ice dragon, was tasked with this duty. "Ovina, you have finally returned," the elder ice dragon spoke. Ovina replied with confidence, "Elder, I am back. I have been continuously channeling my magic into that great gate for three days. My internal magic reserves are now only about ten percent." "Child, you have worked hard. I apologize, I am still recovering from my injuries. You currently possess the most magic among the ice dragons." "However, I still wish to ask. Why must our ice dragon clan annually channel magic into that gate? I noticed runes and formations on it." "That was thousands of years ago, child. Behind that gate is sealed a demon god. Continuously channeling magic to reinforce the seal is the mission and duty of our ice dragon clan; we must fulfill it." "But didn't our ancestors agree to coexist peacefully with the Creator Gods? Are we not essentially working for them for free now?" "Child, you do not know. The demon god sealed behind that gate is one of the Four Guardians under the legendary overlord, Kaede – the Plague Demon God." "Is that truly the case... I understand now, Elder." "It is good that you understand, child. You have worked hard these past three days. Go and rest. Eat well and recuperate to replenish your magic." "Yes." "Also... Elder. Our ancestor... the World-Ending Demon Dragon Duwana, does she truly exist? Could she, as a single dragon, contend with the Nine Creator Gods? If so, why does she not come to us now? We are, after all, her descendants?" "Haha, child. Our ancestor was indeed immensely powerful, but she has long since vanished. Even my predecessor never met her. Not only our ice dragon clan, but the volcanic dragons, the rainforest earth dragons, and all the dragon races on the continent are descendants of Duwana. We are all formed from her flesh and blood." "Alright, thank you, Elder, for answering my questions." "But... there's a condition. You need to act, pretend to be a dragon slave captured by us, and only then can I bring you into the city." "What?! You want me to be a dragon slave?" Ovina's terrifying aura erupted instantly, her feet pressing down, cracking the solid ground beneath her. "Please calm down, it's just an act! Once we pass the guards, I'll release your restraints, and you can eat, drink, and play to your heart's content." "That's more like it. So, what do you want me to do to be considered 'captured'?" (Although Ovina's magic was completely depleted, her energy was running low, and her stamina was about to give out, she wasn't afraid of the humans' so-called ropes and chains. She had absolute confidence in her draconic brute strength; even a nine-alloy chain could be snapped with a full effort.) The officer, hearing that this foolish dragon actually agreed, immediately brought out a large chest, locked with thick alloy chains. "Huh? Where's the key?" The officer searched for a long time but couldn't find the key to unlock the chains on the chest. "Get up, let me." Ovina approached the officer, her fair hand gripping the thick iron chain. With a sudden surge of strength, the alloy chain, thicker than a man's thumb, was instantly snapped by her draconic might. "What's inside this chest?" "Uh, this is filled with... restraints to be placed on you, to ensure you can't escape and will be taken back obediently." "Heh, how could your weak race possibly restrain me?" "Of course, of course. I'm just going through the motions, it's all an act." The officer opened the treasure chest, revealing a dazzling array of restraints: beast tendon ropes, magic-sealing collars, beast hide waist binders, alloy shackles, as well as weakness potions and muscle relaxants, and several peculiar devices resembling dragon dildos. At this moment, the officer felt a pang of unease. Although the female dragon was foolishly cooperating and willingly submitting to restraint, he had just witnessed Ovina punch through a 20cm thick special steel plate with what seemed like an ordinary punch. And her kick could shatter the leg bone of that top-tier beast and pulverize a hundred-meter-tall granite boulder. Could these restraints truly be strong enough to hold someone with the power of a dragon? (Whatever, it's a long shot! If it doesn't work, I'll just tie her up and run.) Ovina also cooperated, placing her hands behind her back, ready to be bound and restrained. Thus, Officer Howell began to tightly bind Ovina. Officer Howell took out powerful ropes made from the tendons of a top-tier beast, filled with a soft steel core, possessing both toughness and strength. Howell skillfully folded Ovina's arms behind her back and bound them. Six loops of beast tendon rope were tied around Ovina's slender wrists, forearms, and upper arms, all tied into tight knots, firmly securing Ovina's delicate yet immensely powerful jade arms. (This is so tight, is this really just an act?) Ovina felt the oppressive pressure of the dense ropes on her arms, but she wasn't worried. She could shatter the leg bone of a top-tier beast with a single kick, so ropes made from beast tendons were nothing to her. She was confident that if she tensed her arms, the ropes would snap instantly. After binding her arms, Howell wrapped several loops of rope around Ovina's neck and chest, ensuring her pair of ample breasts and slender neck were tightly entwined by the ropes. He then wrapped several loops around the dragon girl's fair, tender abdomen and tightened them. "Mmm..." The ropes suddenly tightened around her slender waist, making it difficult for her to breathe. "You fellow, you'd better untie me once we get to your King Charles City." "Yes, yes, my Ice Dragon Lord! Once we get past the city guards, I'll immediately send you the binding... ah, I mean, send you unbound." To ensure there were no loopholes and to prevent her from using her dragon claws to cut the ropes, Howell then placed a restraint sleeve made of top-tier beast leather onto her arms, which were already bound straight. This sleeve had twenty restraining straps and corresponding alloy padlocks. Howell tightened them all and locked them, ensuring Ovina had no chance to use her draconic arms. "Um... Ice Dragon Lord, the next step requires you to... take off your panties... and insert this specially made vibrator into your..." "What did you say?!" Ovina, hearing Howell's audacious request and his intentions towards her dragon cave, lifted her fair, silken foot and stomped on Howell's head. Howell was so terrified he was on the verge of tears. "Do you believe me if I say that if I press down, your head will explode like ice crystals?" "Ice Dragon Lord, I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't insert the vibrator, please spare me." "Forget it, I'll do it myself." Ovina was also somewhat curious about what this "specially made vibrator" Howell mentioned was. Howell began to bind Ovina's legs. Using the same monster sinew ropes, he tied six knots around Ovina's shapely, slender thighs and the cool, bony area above her knees. He further reinforced the knots with rope to ensure the loops wouldn't slip off due to the white silk stockings on Ovina's legs. The close proximity to Ovina's white-stockinged legs, even for Howell, who had embraced countless beauties, ignited an unbearable craving. He hadn't expected the human form of a young female dragon to be so stunning, her figure the epitome of human perfection. Howell's lower body had already hardened, his "meat dragon" rising like a pillar, forming a small tent. "Huh... what's this? You're getting excited?" Ovina asked with a look of disdain. "Forgive me, Lord Ice Dragon, your jade legs are truly as beautiful as a celestial being. If these white stockings were for sale, I reckon they'd fetch a hundred thousand gold coins. No man could resist them." Although Howell's mind was already filled with a hundred desires to ravage the female dragon before him, he could only meekly submit due to her immense power. He certainly didn't want to end up as mere dust and debris like those ten war chariots. "Hmph, you have a sweet tongue. Continue," Ovina said. Despite her disdainful words, she was quite pleased to hear her legs praised. After binding Ovina's thighs and knees, Howell, for added security, attached a hundred-kilogram shackle to the ice dragon maiden's slender, delicate ankles. The shackles were forged from a five-alloy steel, incredibly heavy. The thick chain was only as long as a person's forearm, effectively restricting Ovina's graceful feet from stepping and preventing her from kicking to injure someone. Ovina felt the metallic touch on her ankles, finding it somewhat novel. She lifted her small, white-stockinged feet, examining the restraints crafted by humans. A hundred kilograms would render a human utterly immobile, but for her, an Ice White Dragon, these foot restraints were merely decorative. Ovina felt that with just one more extension of her leg, her draconic brute strength could directly snap the thick, heavy chain. The five-centimeter thick alloy shackle bit firmly into her slender, fair ankles. For an ordinary person, shackles of this thickness would grind their ankles to shreds after just a few steps. But for the ice dragon maiden, this weight and thickness caused no harm to her jade feet, at most scuffing her white silk stockings. Ovina knew that if she wished, she could snap the thick alloy shackle with the force of just two toes. "Quite interesting. I didn't expect you to create so many peculiar items to capture monsters." "Lord Ice Dragon, there is only one final step." "Hurry up, I'm getting bored." Howell finally produced a magic-sealing collar forged from five-alloy steel, inlaid with magic-nullifying gems. This was a national treasure of the Kingdom of Charlie, crafted with the kingdom's full might, gathering court mages and royal artisans. With a "click," it was locked onto Ovina's slender, jade neck. Even an Archmage of the eighth tier would be unable to use magic while wearing this magic-nullifying collar. After donning the national treasure-level magic-sealing collar, Ovina felt her breathing slightly restricted, and her neck felt itchy. However, she felt no fear. Even if her magic were absorbed by a vibrator or sealed by the magic-nullifying collar, she was not afraid. With her immense magical reserves, she could accumulate enough power to release a magical shockwave, instantly expelling the vibrator from her body and shattering the collar on her neck. Even if her magic recovery was slow, she could directly exert force to break the monster sinew ropes on her arms and tear apart the collar with her bare hands. "Is that all? My arms, chest, and legs are all securely bound, and you've even put a collar on me to seal my magic. Is this performance realistic enough?" Ovina asked triumphantly. "Wait a moment! I just remembered something," Howell suddenly recalled a loophole. "Lord Ice Dragon, your recent frost breath was quite terrifying. Please allow me to put a gag on you." "Then do so. But if you dare to take advantage of me or touch me inappropriately, I'll bite your neck off in one go!" "I would never dare! Please rest assured." Ovina obediently opened her cherry-like mouth, revealing a row of small, sharp dragon teeth on her gums. These seemingly small teeth possessed a biting force capable of piercing thirty centimeters of alloy steel plate. Howell dared not delay. These small, cute dragon teeth had just moments ago been capable of biting through the body of a top-tier monster python. Thus, he immediately placed a ball gag into Ovina's small mouth, securing it to her face with a strap made of monster hide and an alloy padlock, tying the strap at the back of her head and locking it. In the center of the strap hung a fireball forged from nine-alloy steel, containing a core of primal fire. Nine-alloy was extremely rare across the continent, with few steel mills capable of refining it. It possessed extreme resistance to both high and low temperatures, capable of withstanding temperatures from 5,000 degrees Celsius down to minus 200 degrees Celsius. The primal fire core within was a crystal condensed from a cooled magic stone collected from volcanic regions. It required countless steps and top artisans to create, a national treasure capable of absorbing immense amounts of extreme cold, easily melting the equivalent of an entire ice mountain. This national treasure-level restraint was now placed on Ovina's mouth by Howell. "Mmm... mmmph," Ovina felt the foreign object in her mouth and couldn't help but drool a few drops. (This thing... it's so big. I can't speak, and my tongue is being pressed down.) Her small, delicate dragon teeth bit against the indestructible nine-alloy ball gag, appearing somewhat cute. Ovina knew that even this national treasure-level restraint could not lock her draconic maw. With a single bite from her upper and lower teeth, her terrifying biting force would instantly shatter the nine-alloy. The primal fire core within made her mouth feel slightly hot, but she was confident that once her magic recovered, a single blast of frost dragon breath would extinguish the primal fire core's heat. After all, the volume of a dragon's breath was not something a mere ice mountain could compare to. Just then, from behind the shattered forest debris, dozens of heavy cavalrymen burst forth, pulling a prison cart. Two large characters, "Trapped Dragon," were emblazoned on its side, clearly a custom-made cage for Ovina, designed for easy transport. (You bastard, Howell, you even prepared a prison cart for me.) Seeing their superior had already bound Ovina tightly and fitted her with a slave-like magic-sealing collar, the heavy cavalry immediately understood the situation. "Officer Howell, your subordinate is late. It seems you've captured the White Dragon of Ice." "But this female dragon is quite beautiful in her human form. Even with a gag, those large eyes and that skin… truly a beauty unmatched by humans." (Hmph, of course. I don't need any of your human cosmetics. Natural beauty.) Ovina felt a surge of secret delight and excitement at being praised by a human again. While she always claimed to be indifferent to human opinions, she actually quite enjoyed being called beautiful. After all, despite being a dragon, deep down she was just a cute, tsundere young girl, much like her human counterparts. "Indeed. Alright, get her into the cart," Howell said, immediately grabbing the chain of Ovina's collar and ushering her inside the prison cart. It was slightly different from what Ovina had imagined. She expected restraints inside the cart, but due to the urgency, this was a hastily welded prison cart made of special steel by the Kingdom of Charlie, and there hadn't been time to install shackles. Thus, Ovina could only lie in the cart, her thighs bound by ropes and her ankles shackled, preventing her from spreading her legs. She could only lie on her side, awaiting her transport into the city. But at that very moment, Howell suddenly pressed the switch for the vibrator. "Hahaha, you stinking female dragon, you fell for the trap! You even dared to offer yourself up, now I'll make you cum to your heart's content!" Howell cranked the vibrator to its maximum setting. The two vibrators that Ovina herself had inserted into her honeyed hole immediately began to writhe like silver snakes. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Ovina was still an adolescent dragon-girl. Her dragon hole was hundreds, even thousands, of times more sensitive than a human's. How could she withstand such torment? Especially since, due to her blind confidence, she had inserted two vibrators into her sensitive nether regions herself. Now, these very vibrators had become the key to her captivity. The vibrators danced and scraped madly against the tender walls of her dragon hole, instantly turning her once formidable strength, capable of tearing steel plates and crushing boulders, into limp weakness. In just one second, Ovina's legs went numb, her entire body went soft. Stimulated by the maximum setting of the vibrators in her most sensitive dragon lust hole, she was now completely devoid of strength, her body so limp she couldn't even tense her muscles, let alone break free from her bonds. (Waaah, dammit, dammit! I was so careless, I fell for the trap.) Ovina now deeply regretted her actions, especially having added a strap around her crotch. Now, even at the vibrator's maximum setting, she couldn't shake it out. It was firmly wedged into her honeyed hole by the very After falling for Howell's trap, Ovina was bound and shoved into a prisoner's cart. The Ice Dragon maiden was already writhing in agony, her strength sapped by two specially made vibrators tormenting her nether regions. To make matters worse, a demon-sealing collar was around her neck, her delicate arms were bound by beast-skin ropes and stuffed into restrictive leather casings, making escape impossible. Her slender, white ankles were shackled with heavy alloy restraints, making even standing a struggle. A metal gag filled her cherry-like mouth, sealing her frost dragon breath. With her magic depleted and her stamina nearly gone, the vibrators continued their relentless assault within her sensitive core, leaving her utterly powerless to break free. Instead, her arousal surged like a breached dam, spilling onto the floor of the cart and even splashing onto the heavily armored cavalry escorting her. "What the hell is this?" a cavalryman exclaimed, unable to resist licking the arousal fluid that had landed on his gauntlet. "My Creator! This dragoness's fluid is sweet, cool, and smells of jasmine!" Ovina was still an adolescent Ice White Dragon, untouched by dragon affairs. Her body was as pure and clean as a human maiden's, her sweat and urine even carrying a sweet, floral scent. Due to her perpetually low body temperature, she even possessed a natural chilling effect. It could be said that Ovina's urine and arousal fluid tasted even sweeter and more delicious than industrially produced iced floral tea. "Mmmph mmmph!" (Damn it, he drank my fluid? How shameful!) The Ice Dragon maiden was overcome with extreme embarrassment. Gagged, bound, and with toys stimulating her, her arousal fluid being consumed by a human was the ultimate humiliation for a virgin dragoness. She strained with all her might, attempting to snap the chains between her shackles and to break free from her bound arms behind her. But her body, already weakened by the two vibrators set to their highest intensity, was utterly devoid of strength. She could only writhe on the ground like a toothless, trapped tiger, spewing dragon arousal. The most ironic part was that she had inserted the two vibrators herself with her own tail. Without them, she would have already annihilated the hundreds of cavalrymen surrounding her and escaped. Ovina deeply regretted her overconfidence, which had led to her falling into the trap and being captured. After two hours of transport, Ovina's arousal fluid had completely dried up. Her muscles, ravaged by the vibrators, were limp and weak, rendering her incapable of resistance. Her nether regions were red, swollen, and painful from the rope and vibrators. Tears began to stream from Ovina's eyes. (Wuwuwu, I don't want to be a dragon slave, damn these vibrators. I have no strength left, someone save me!) Thinking of the impending torment and subjugation in the dungeons of the Kingdom of Charlie, the pitiable white dragoness lost all hope for her future. With the metal gag in her mouth, she couldn't even cry out, only shedding tears of unwilling defiance and emitting muffled dragon roars of "Mmmph mmmph." "Hurry up, we'll be in the royal city in half an hour!" Howell urged from the front of the prisoner cart. (Half an hour? No, no, I have to find a way to escape! I refuse to be a lowly dragon slave!) Hearing that only half an hour remained, Ovina desperately tried to muster all her strength. But her nerves, assaulted by the vibrators for two hours, had left her utterly debilitated, struggling even to stand. Fortunately, Ovina's magic had been depleted. The two vibrators deep within her nether regions had been unable to absorb her magic to convert into continuous power. Thus, after two hours of maximum vibration, the two toys had run out of battery, and the stimulation in her lower body ceased. Despite the bumpy ride of the cart, Ovina slowly tried to stand, pushing with all her might. (Mmmph... keep going... stand up quickly.) After a few minutes of recovery, Ovina finally managed to stand, leaning against the wall of the cart for support as her legs were still weak. (Mmmph... my strength hasn't fully returned, and my magic is still depleted.) Ovina was waiting for her chance. If there was no further stimulation from the vibrators in the next few tens of minutes, her strength would recover enough for her to break free from her restraints and shackles and pull out the vibrators from within her. Ovina looked down at her small dragon orifice, which was red, swollen, and stinging from the ordeal. (Mmmph... it hurts so much... damn these vibrators. Once I regain my strength, I'll crush them both.) Ovina began to try to ram the prison door of the cart, hoping to break it open and escape. Her strength had recovered to the level of a human maiden, far from her normal dragon might, but she could at least stand and walk. However, the heavy, special steel door cruelly blocked her path to freedom. (Damn it, this door is too strong. I can't break it open right now.) As Ovina was racking her brain for a way to escape, the cart suddenly braked hard. Ovina, thrown by the inertia, fell to the ground. (? What happened? Did we reach the royal city already? No, no?) Ovina thought the cart had arrived at the royal city early and braced for the worst, until she heard a terrifying dragon roar that echoed through the sky. Howell unlocked the nine-alloy shackles on Ovina's ankles with a key, then began to tighten her restraints. "You little slut dragon, you managed to run so far last time even with those shackles on. If those two guards hadn't caught you, you'd be long gone by now!" "You need the most secure binding! We'll tie your beautiful white legs into meat sections!" Howell grabbed several bundles of demonic beast sinew ropes from the prison cart. Howell spread Ovina's legs apart, revealing her tender, rosy, and chilled little orifices, four vibrators stuffed into each, gaping open towards Howell. "Mmph mmph mmph!" (Bastard! What are you doing!) Ovina's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal from the stimulation. At the same time, she was prepared to commit suicide, preferring death to being violated and raped by a human. "Don't worry, you've already been bought by the noble lord. I wouldn't dare touch you even if I had a hundred times the courage," Howell's words eased Ovina's tension slightly. Howell folded Ovina's left thigh and lower leg together, then wrapped three strands of demonic beast sinew rope around the folded white-silk-clad legs, six coils per strand. These were used to secure her knee, thigh, and ankle respectively. Her ankle was forcefully bent towards her groin and tightly bound, her white-silk-clad sole pressing directly against her peach buttocks. The right leg was treated the same way. Now Ovina was forced into a squatting position with her legs spread in an M-shape, standing on tiptoe on the prison cart's floor. This Z-shaped leg fold locked her leg joints, rendering her unable to exert any force. In this position, her two white-silk-clad legs were bound apart like two meat sections. Forget escaping; just standing in this pose for ten minutes would make Ovina's legs ache, go soft, and become weak. At this moment, even with the strength to shatter stone and steel, Ovina's white-silk-clad legs were like a toothless tiger, bound tightly and unable to muster any strength, let alone break free. "Mmph... (This pose is so shameful, so uncomfortable... Mmph... My legs are bound so tightly, I can't even straighten them.)" Ovina hadn't expected humans to possess such a lewd and intricate binding technique that could so thoroughly subdue her white-silk-clad legs. In her normal state, even with her joints locked and bound like a mummy, she could have tensed her powerful leg muscles and broken the ropes with a burst of explosive force. However, after multiple modifications and with four vibrators inserted into her orifices, the prolonged stimulation had drained most of her strength. Now, she only possessed the strength of a human strongman, completely unable to break free from the dense, tight binding of demonic beast sinew ropes on her legs and upper body. To prevent Ovina from losing her balance due to the cart's jolting during transport, Howell pressed a switch. A string of bead-shaped special steel anal plugs extended from the prison cart's floor and forcefully inserted themselves into Ovina's gaping anus. "Mmph mmph mmph mmph! My ass... it hurts so much! What is this!" The sudden, intense pain almost tore Ovina's maidenhead. As Ovina was still a young virgin dragon, all three of her orifices were equally sensitive and fragile. Now, with the hard and sturdy special steel anal plug forcefully inserted, the pain was so severe she nearly fainted. "There, now you don't have to worry about falling over." "This anal plug also has a magic-absorbing function, inlaid with magic-absorbing crystals inside. Don't even think about using magic to break the ropes..." Howell glanced sideways at Ovina, who was on the verge of passing out from the pain of the anal plug's insertion. "Mmph... (You pervert, you've prepared quite thoroughly.)" "Little slut dragon, tomorrow you'll be someone else's dragon slave. Let me touch your slutty hooves a few more times." Howell's face filled with lust as he reached out and grabbed Ovina's tightly bound, white-silk-clad ankle. "Mmph mmph mmph! (Pervert, don't touch me! How can a human casually touch this dragon's little hooves...)" Despite her unwillingness, Ovina's legs were bound in an M-shape, her joints completely locked, rendering her unable to exert any force or dodge. She could only let the pervert before her freely knead her tender, white-silk-clad little feet. The cold touch of the ice-white silk stockings paired with Ovina's cool, soft, and tender jade feet, Howell's hand had only been touching for a short while before his crotch began to bulge. If Ovina hadn't already been bought by the noble lord, he would have eagerly unbuckled his belt and ejaculated his murky, burning white essence onto Ovina's snow-white, jade-like, white-silk-clad feet. "Never seen a sow transported in a steel carriage before. So unruly, eh? Nothing else, sir, you may leave now." The gate guard pulled a lever, and the heavy city gate slowly lifted. Howell drove the carriage out of the gates of the Kingdom of Charlie, galloping towards the wilderness. Along the way, the carriage bumped and jolted, and with every tremor, the special steel anal plug on the floor of the carriage pressed deeper into Ovina's tender, tight, soft virginity, causing her to shed a few tears. "Mmmph! (Ah, it hurts so much, this damnable plug is going to drill my little dragon's asshole bloody.)" Just a few minutes after leaving the city gates, the beast sinews that had folded and bound her legs in an M-shape began to take effect. The extreme tightness locking her joints made Ovina's white-stockinged legs gradually numb and painful, as if losing all sensation. The four vibrators in Ovina's nether regions were also still active. At this point, she couldn't even struggle free, let alone escape. Fortunately, Howell retained a shred of humanity. He would briefly turn off the vibrators at intervals to prevent the dual stimulation of her pussy and asshole from causing the bound dragon girl to pass out from the pain. During the brief pauses in the vibrators' activity, Ovina tried her best to break free. She first attempted to struggle with her arms, which were bound behind her. However, due to the prolonged stimulation from the vibrators, she had lost all her strength, her body felt weak and soft. Her slender arms, which once possessed the brute force to shatter boulders, were now unresponsive, obediently locked behind her by the beast sinews and beast leather restraints. Ovina remembered the thigh rope tied to her lower body, connected to the restraint leather, and dared not struggle too much. She worried about accidentally triggering the thigh rope again, which would lead to an orgasm and fainting. She then tried to bite through the gag with her sharp little dragon teeth. However, this gag was a national-level restraint forged from nine-alloy, and its straps were double-stitched with top-grade beast leather. The buckle tied at the back of her head was also forged from nine-alloy. With her current weak and exhausted biting force, it was impossible to break free. She could only be silenced, her frost breath sealed. Her little dragon teeth gnawed at the nine-alloy gag, producing only meaningless "crunching" sounds. Not even a superficial scratch appeared on the gag. She then tried to use her tender little tongue to push the gag out of her mouth. However, the robust straps made of beast leather immediately exerted immense pulling force. Her tender little tongue was no match for this immense force. After a few pushes, her tongue became sore and weak from exhaustion. Helplessly, Ovina panted, forced to abandon the idea of escaping from her mouth. She then tried to mobilize her long, shapely, elegant white-stockinged legs, attempting to summon the powerful muscles imbued with dragon's might. However, due to the prolonged sexual stimulation and the extreme M-shaped leg-binding, her legs had long since gone numb and weak. Her white-stockinged legs, which could once kick through steel plates and shatter rocks with a single blow, could now only twitch powerlessly like two chunks of meat. The beast sinews binding her knees, thighs, and ankles dug deeper into her tender leg flesh, constricting them painfully. (Damn it, I can't resist at all. These bindings are too tight, damn Howell!) Ovina struggled repeatedly, finding herself unable to break free from any of the restraints. If she hadn't been bound with her legs folded in an M-shape, she would have stomped her feet in anger by now. At this moment, Howell outside the carriage reactivated the vibrator switch. The four small vibrators in Ovina's nether regions began to move again. That heart-wrenching pain surged from her sensitive pussy straight up, transmitting throughout Ovina's entire body. "Mmmph! (Damn it, it's starting again. He's not giving me any time to recover my strength,呜呜呜.)" "Hold on, little slut dragon. We'll be there in half an hour," Howell said smugly. "Mmmph... Mmmph... (What? Half an hour more? I can't even last five minutes, 呜呜呜.)" The pitiful white dragon girl could only continue to endure the pain and stimulation under the torment of the vibrators, her strength draining away bit by bit. The vibrators were embedded with magic-absorbing crystals. As soon as Ovina recovered even a trace of magic, it would be immediately drained by the vibrators and converted into electricity to continue vibrating, completely sealing off any chance of escape. (呜呜呜, damn it, damn it, these damnable ropes, why can't I break them? I don't want to become a dragon slave, 呜呜.) "Damn it, this damned rope, why won't it break? I don't want to be a dragon slave, sob.) After half an hour of escort, Howell's carriage stopped in a mountainous area. During this half hour, Ovina seized opportunities when the vibrator stopped to try and break free from the ropes. However, the straight-arm binding combined with the rope loops around her waist and abdomen made it difficult for her to breathe and exert force. Her legs, bound like a piece of meat, had long gone numb and weak. Her delicate daisy had been inserted and was now red, swollen, and painful from the bumpy ride. Ovina's delicate body was already soft and exhausted, dripping with sweat. Sweet and delicious sweat flowed down her back and neck, showcasing the girl's weakness and fatigue. Ovina now realized the carriage had stopped and knew she was powerless to break free from the ropes. (It's over, I'm going to be sold, I don't want to be a dragon slave, sob.) Thinking this, she was filled with despair and rage. If only she could regain her strength, she would have leveled this entire mountain range. But now, she couldn't even move her little white silken feet an inch. The metal beaded anal plug held her tightly to the prison cart, rendering her immobile. Ovina suddenly heard the sound of approaching hooves. A middle-aged man in a luxurious coat, adorned with jewelry and wearing a noble hat, rode a royal white horse to the front of the prison cart. His name was Lance, an Earl from the Moonshadow Kingdom. He owned a magnificent estate in the Moonshadow Kingdom. He made his fortune raising horses and was extremely fond of collecting all sorts of rare and exotic horses from across the continent to add to his stables. Lance accidentally learned that Colonel Howell of the distant Charlian Kingdom had captured an Ice Dragon. He immediately decided to add this never-before-seen creature to his collection and train it as a dragon slave. So, he contacted Howell and paid a hefty sum to purchase Ovina, who had been captured alive and imprisoned. "Earl Lance, the little female dragon you requested is in the prison cart," Howell said, bowing to Earl Lance. "You've outdone yourself, Colonel Howell. To actually capture the legendary Ice Dragon." "Of course, my strength is far superior to hers. This little female dragon is wild by nature, and it took me a great deal of effort to capture her alive," Howell chuckled inwardly. Hearing the conversation between the two men outside the prison cart, Ovina couldn't hold back. (You're lying, sob, you tricked me with your schemes. I was captured after I willingly let myself be bound...) "Haha, I like untamable wild horses." "Oh, no, wild dragons, little wild female dragons!" With that, Earl Lance took the key from Howell and opened the door of the prison cart. What greeted Lance's eyes was Ovina, a white dragon girl whose upper body was bound by ropes, her arms restrained behind her with leather straps, a nine-alloy demon-sealing collar around her neck, her white silken legs spread in an M-shape and bound until they were sore and numb, her honeyed cave already red and swollen from the vibrator, and a special steel beaded anal plug deeply inserted into her anus. She was already sweating profusely, her snow-white long hair, blood-red vertical pupils, and tender eyes. Ovina's legs were spread and bound, her gateway wide open, her large, plump pussy completely exposed. Ovina realized her posture was extremely indecent and shyly turned her small face, still wearing the alloy gag, her eyes looking at the corner of the prison cart, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed. Seeing the ice dragon girl's shy, cute, and beautiful expression, no man could resist. Both Howell and Lance became aroused.